It's now time for just the terror with Nick Guerra.

Pablo. When I was little, about seven or eight, I had an imaginary friend named Pablo.

He would always watch me play with my toys. We talk on bed, stuff like that.

But things took a dark turn after a while.

One day I was talking with Pablo on my bed when he asked me to come in the closet so he could tell me a secret.

Keep in mind my closet isn't very big, just big enough to fit a couple of clothes but I managed to

squeeze in. As I walked into the closet, Pablo padded my head and asked me,

Promise you won't get mad? Of course, a stupid young child I nodded. His smile got

wide, really wide. Then he leaned to my ear and whispered,

Remember your hamster? I nodded.

We had a hamster that died a year ago.

Then he continued, I bit it.

I'm sorry.

I was just so hungry.

Now, our hamster died because its skin was peeled back and a chunk of its flesh

was torn out. We all blamed it on the dog and eventually let it go. But those words struck more

fear in me than anything.

Of course I ran to my parents and told them all about it.

My parents knew about Pablo, but was kind of like they pretended to believe in him.

So they didn't believe me at first, but when they saw the tears in my eyes, we moved.

I'm 17 now and I only know this from my parents telling me. They told me because of a recent dream I had about that memory.

After my parents told me that, it was hard to sleep for a few days. Number search. About five years ago I got into a very minor car accident. I rolled into the back of someone's car. We exchanged numbers and I went on my way.

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